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Dash

After learning Son had become jobless, I wanted to dash back to Houston. The only thought which prevented me from going was, that I didn’t know when I will be able to see my daughter again. Daughter and family plans to move to Qatar, and it’s a long way from here. I used to think Hartford was far away from Houston, and now to think of Qatar.

I am not fond of traveling. The thought of a journey is mentally exhausting. And now Son and I will have to move away from Houston too, and it all depends upon his next job, and where he gets it. Another thought which I don’t like is selling my furniture, and kitchen items. Moving is so expensive if I don’t want to give away, or sell my things. The option of selling things at far less prices than what I paid for it is also heart wrenching. 

Son in law FJ sketched it out to me. He asked me, “If someone is selling used sofas at twelve hundred, and a new one sells at fifteen hundred, which one you will buy?” My answer was of course a new one. Then he asked me, “If the used sofas price came down to eight hundred?” I answered if it was in good condition I might buy the old one

“See!” He said triumphantly. He made his point.

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Dash

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Polish

I was back home after an absence of ten months spent with daughter in Michigan. Nola needed me to look after M2 who was at that time one, and a half years old, and M3 who was a new born baby. She didn’t want them in daycare, and I was the only answer to her predicament. 

The day after arrival back home, I gathered up gloves and furniture polish to clean the tv lounge in our home. Beginning with the centre table, I removed the bric a brac lying on top of it, and on it’s lower shelf, and put them aside. While dusting it, I noticed the new grooves, and lines added on it’s surface.

Son’s wife wandered at that moment into the lounge, and saw me at work. She sheepishly explained that the new marks on the table were the handiwork of grandsons H, and Sn. I smiled at her, and said it didn’t matter. I could see that she was amazed at my reply. She expected annoyance from me which didn’t happen.

I knew at that moment that years later those lines would remind me of my grandsons’childhood, and instead of damage they were age lines which enhanced the table.

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Polish

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Rearrange 

Nola (my daughter) never tires from rearranging her furniture. She simply dislikes having the same layout for a longer period. Though I admire her stamina in creating a different setup from time to time, I don’t find myself having the same zest, or energy.

I am the opposite version. Once I arrange something, it’s there for all eternity. I don’t have the patience to drag things around to see where they will look much better. First of all everything is so heavy, and to move them requires muscles, and a tough physique. Even if you hire hands to come, and help — they are usually in a hurry, and woe betide me if they are charging per hour.

The only thing I rearrange are cushions, wall hangings, or pieces of decor which I feel need changing.

There was a time I had knitted cushions for my living area. One was a girl cushion, and the other one was a doggie, but oh they were so sweet looking. I had to rescue them from children. They would untie my girl cushion’s braids, and ribbons. The poor doggie cushion’s ears and tail became worn out by being pulled so often.

At present they live peacefully in a drawer back home — I didn’t have the heart to get rid of them. They have been a part of my life.

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Rearrange

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Chaos

Chaos reign supreme on my small dinning table. My bills, bank statements, letters, iPad, iPhone, chocolates, salt and pepper, box of tissues, plates, computer — all vie for space on it. When having my three meals of the day, I try to find an area to put the food down on it.
The thing is: I have yet to acquire a writing table. That is a must if I have to organize the jumble you see lying on the table. The chief fear is getting heavy with furniture and moving with it to some place else. Who is going to pack the stuff and how?
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Chaos

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My Rocking Chair

Daily Prompt: First Sight
Whether a person, pet, an object, or a place, write about something or someone you connected with from the first second.

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The real one resembles it, but it has cushion seat.

My husband R and I were going into a shop, when my eyes alighted on a shop’s window display. It held a rocking chair.

I clutched at R’s hand to draw his attention.
“Please can we go there?” I pointed at the other shop.

I was in luck. He was in a good mood that day. Things decided at the last minute always irked him. It would turn him from a smiling guy into a grumpy one.

I towed him into the adjacent shop. It was a made to order furniture shop. The shop attendant brought the rocking chair from the display, and put it in front of me.

I looked at it, and then at R, “I want this.”
R took out his wallet to pay for it.

I felt like I was on top of the world. I still love my rocking chair to this day, though it lies across the ocean.

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My Rocking Chair

Bright Idea

Daily Prompt: Brainwave
What’s the best idea you’ve ever had? Regale us with every detail of the idea — the idea itself, where it came to you, and the problem it solved.
Show BRIGHT.

After my husband’s death, my son wanted me to move to US and live with him. It took me eight months to move. There was the question what to do with my home. First option was to let it as it was. Continue keeping my servant, paying him his pay plus additional money for food. The second option was to empty the house and let it go on rent.

The second option was definitely a better option, because I was earning money from it instead of spending. The only question was where was I going to stay when coming back for visits? I didn’t feel like staying in with relatives or in hotels.

Then I had a brainwave. I divided the house into two portions — upper and lower. The stairs which went to the upper floor opened into the lounge area had sliding doors. I had locks installed on both sides of the door. A divider was made along the side of the stairs to the ceiling above.

Now I had to face the question of electricity and gas. I had an additional meter installed upstairs for my electricity charges. When I am there I will pay half the gas charges as I couldn’t get another gas meter in the same house.

During all this turmoil in my life, I had to sell off my downstairs custom built furniture including my king sized bed at throwaway prices. It was heart wrenching to say the least. The rooms upstairs had their own sets of furniture. I had to give away my beautiful crockery accumulated through the years gone by.

I gave up the lower portion on rent. My tenants are a young couple with two kids. My car stays in the garage, jacked up. There is an outside stairway beside the garage for going up. My upstairs portion remains locked while I live here.

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Bright Idea